In the middle of December, although the days of spring are getting closer and closer, the weather is also the coldest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the altar of Mount Tai, the people who had been forcibly conscripted by labor forced labor braved the howling cold wind and were busy in the cold that pierced the bone marrow.

There is only a little more than a month left before the day when Mount Tai sealed Zen. In the past, Mount Tai was placed in the summer, but this time, because of the three meteorites in Yuehu, Kongshan and Beijing, Mount Tai was also advanced. However, for the emperors and ministers in the court, it is just a matter of mouthful, and for them, the temporary hard laborers, it is a drudgery that dares to be angry but dare not speak.

Not even a child, naturally unable to be exempted from labor, and too poor to pay the labor money, in such a cold winter and wax moon no one pays attention to doing hard labor, except for cursing a few words in secret, but there is no other way.

The meteorite hit the capital, this is something that everyone knows, but the ordinary people at the bottom are not more frightened, but the inexplicable excitement hidden in the depths of their hearts. As for the edict of the Son of Heaven for this, in fact, the vast majority of ordinary people have no feeling for this at all, and they don't know how this thing will help them.

Maybe those who read the book will applaud and praise the righteous punishment and virtue of the Holy Heaven, but for those illiterate people, they don't know what it is, and their voices cannot reach the ears of the Son of Heaven.

The Son of Heaven must be good, but the hateful ones are these corrupt officials with sores on the soles of their feet...... They thought hatefully.

At this moment, people in the capital have begun to prepare for the arrival of the Spring Festival.

As the most prosperous place in the whole of China, the natural disaster at the end of April did bring a great shock to everyone, but more than half a year has passed, and occasionally people talk about the natural disaster, most of them are regarded as a past that has nothing to do with themselves.

That disaster, it had a big impact, but what did it really affect? Actually, no one can say.

Hanlin Academy is a place where elites gather, known as "inner ministers", and those who can enter Hanlin Academy are not the elite in scientific research, or the elite among elites. Others, even if they are admitted to the Jinshi, will eventually be released as officials, but they can directly enter the Hanlin Academy, serve by the side of the Son of Heaven, draft edicts for the Son of Heaven, manage the Six Cao Zhang, and finally become powerful courtiers in the court who decide the fate of China.

Pointing to the gold list and entering Hanlin is a turning point in the fate of many people. The imperial examination has changed the fate of many people, especially for the Hanmen, it is almost the only fairness in this world, once you skip this dragon gate, the fate of future generations will be changed for it.

At this moment, these Hanlin people are spending their energy and conceiving new poems with all their hearts.

With the arrival of the new year, the congratulatory poems written to the saints, the green words used to congratulate the Feng Zen, and even various poetry meetings and word meetings cannot be ignored.

The only fortunate thing is that this time, there is no guy who can write "Heaven Meets Clouds and Dawn Mist" to compete with them, which makes them much less stressed, otherwise, under the talent of that young man Haoyue, all of them are like dim stars hidden by the moonlight, which is really an annoying and helpless thing.

The prosperity in the capital is undiminished, or in other words, in order to give people the impression that China is still a peaceful and prosperous era of singing and dancing, splendid and luxurious, this time the New Year will be more lively than usual.

However, the cruel battlefield in the southwest was not dissipated by the more than 200,000 officers and soldiers sent by the imperial court, and the entire battle situation was chaotic. They survived the whole summer, and then took advantage of the winter snow and ice to slow down the pace of the officers and soldiers.

What made the soldiers and generals of the imperial court even more uneasy was that in the land they had recovered, even those people who did not participate in the rebellion looked at them with cold eyes.

Last year's rebellion, what happened in this land, every Confucian general who was sent here actually tacitly knew it, even the most shameless people, at this moment, they couldn't say that they were to protect these innocent people from the bandits.

They are soldiers sent by the imperial court, and the enemies they kill are bandits, but in the minds of these ordinary people, who are the bandits?

At this moment, in the southwest, the land full of mountains and forests, people who have gradually become unable to distinguish whether they are bandits or people, are like a quagmire full of sludge, little by little, everything around them is involved and torn apart, but there is no way to produce new vitality, whether it is for the government or the people, it has gradually turned into a bottomless abyss!

Huozhou, on the back side of the Huang River, ignited a spark of hope, and a young man named Zhang Kaimu felt all this most deeply.

Zhang Kaimu, who was originally the son of a tenant, could not afford to pay this year's rent because of this year's bad harvest.

More than 90 tenants were arrested along the way, and they wept along the way, and most of them were starved to death in prison and did not come back alive, and Zhang Kaimu's father was also one of them.

Zhang Kaimu also once arose, with a rotten life, with a kitchen knife to find the eldest master who took away the land left by their ancestors, and finally killed his father, but when he thought that he was afraid that he would not even be able to approach the figure of the old man, he would be knocked over by his dog legs, and he was discouraged for a while.

Anger turned into silence, silence turned into patience, and in the end, he had to continue to rent the lord's field and toiled for the next year's rent and rations.

All this is fate, it is destined by God, and no one can change it...... Every night, in this sigh over and over again, he accepted his fate wordlessly.

Until the name "Good Princess", I don't know when, began to spread ten, ten to hundred, to his ears.

Mountains, land, rivers, minerals, etc., they are born to be made, they should belong to everyone, and should not be occupied by any one person. What you have made is yours, why should the things made in Heaven also be yours? Why should the crops cultivated by the common people on the land created by nature be robbed by those officials and gentry who do not produce and are like parasites? They give the most, so why do they get the least?

This kind of questioning spreads silently among the ordinary people who have worked hard to pay sweat and blood and tears, but they can't even support themselves. I don't know when people began to gather quietly in places where officials and gentlemen couldn't notice. A word called "communism" spread unconsciously.

At first, people thought that it was another "equal land, light tax", but slowly, people began to find that this new slogan was different from the past, to defeat all the bloodsucking worms that oppress the working people, and let everything belong to the working people. These different slogans cut off these toiling people from those parasites who do not produce anything, and an idea called class began to appear in the hearts of each and every one of them, and the landlords and corrupt officials were their natural enemies, and only by overthrowing them all could the good days of the working people of all the people come.

This kind of longing is really exciting, and unconsciously, more people are attracted to it. In the process, the anger that Zhang Kaimu had accumulated in his heart was unconsciously stirred, and together with others, turned into hatred and anger against the moths and bloodsuckers who oppressed them.

Finally, one day, he saw with his own eyes the goddess of goodness, a miracle-like being, young, but beautiful, kind, and compassionate, and her every word was full of incredible magic, so fresh and exciting...... That was the first time he had seen her, and perhaps the last.

Horses' hooves and knives and guns, sudden killings, he didn't know where the enemy came from, he didn't know who the enemy was, and all of a sudden, there were shouts of killing everywhere. The people around him were overturned by the horses' hooves and slashed by machetes in the midst of running and crying.

The flames were blazing, and around him was the sound of whirring and breaking through the air, and he saw the shock and anger on the face of the beautiful and kind girl, she was hating, she was crying, not because of fear, but because of these people who had come because of her, but died in front of her.

He saw more people around the girl, and he pounced on her, trying to protect her.

He didn't know why he did this, obviously at this time, it was more important to live, but he still did it.

This is a feeling that he can't understand, perhaps, he just thinks that the world can be without him, but not without this girl, and he longs for more people to hear this girl's voice. Perhaps, because of the renewed anger, he couldn't bear it to go out again, he didn't know if what the girl said would be able to do it in thousands of years, but it didn't matter, at least at this moment, she gave him hope.

Then, something, slammed into his head, but he didn't die immediately, he held someone's leg tightly, refusing to let him take a step closer to the girl, followed by more knives and guns, but the expected pain did not appear, something kept splashing around him, splashing on his body.

When he staggered and got up again covered in blood, he was surrounded by corpses, and the girl, who had disappeared, although he did not know how she did it, believed that at that moment...... She was the one who saved him.

What Zhang Kaimu didn't know was that when he staggered up from between the corpses and stumbled away, on the other side, the girl was experiencing another crisis.

This time, what she met was a silver-haired woman, this woman did not know how old she was, she used a yaoqin, and at the moment when she sat in the mountains and forests and played the qin, the sound of the qin was like a blade, and the cold impact came.

Empty mourning autumn water recommendation, nine days and knife fell red dust.

The girl realized that it was a grandmaster-level woman who had been famous for a long time in the rivers and lakes who came to kill her, and Qiushui recommended it was her name, but that didn't matter anymore, that night, too many people had died because of her, she was angry, she was unwilling, her anger and unwillingness turned into a murderous flame.

Finally, she walked out of the mountain forest covered in scars, and behind her, the silver-haired woman stroked her broken piano and fell silent.

The girl was picked up by another group of people and left, but she didn't say anything along the way.

She didn't understand what she was wrong with, she had a lot of blood, but before her career even began, she had already killed a lot of people. What was wrong, she didn't understand, she had indeed succeeded in planting a spark of hope in that place, but it was so small that it was blown out by someone. It's like duckweed floating on the surface of the sea, and it can't even protect itself, let alone burn to the earth.

In the end, she once again opened the red book that the person gave her, until the sentence "theory connects with practice" appeared in her eyes, and she was stunned for a long time.

Later, she called the people around her together to discuss the question of how to let the glory of communism shine on the earth based on the reality of the situation. They consulted for a long time, until it was suggested that the people were ignorant, and that instead of spending a lot of time explaining to them what they did not know, it would be better to spread the ideas they advocated by the gods and in the parables of God.

"No, that's not what I want," said the girl, "what we want is to defeat all the ghosts, snakes, and gods that oppress the working people, but to create gods for this, and what do we get in the end?" What is the difference between us and the bull ghosts and snake gods like Zoroastrianism and Wudoumi Sect who pretend to be gods and fool everyone? ”

The others looked at each other, speechless...... Yes, if that's all there is to it, then what exactly is the difference between them and the others?

But the old man said: "Actually, we don't need to let everyone accept the 'brand-new' concept, look at Confucianism, how much does the current theory of heaven and man have to do with Confucius's Confucianism?" But this does not prevent the current Confucians from pursuing a knowledge that is incompatible with Confucius's eight poles, and they open their mouths and close their mouths. It takes too long to spread a new idea, but it is much easier to re-elaborate an old idea. ”

The girl said, "That's it...... What we need is not appearance, but real substance, and it doesn't matter whether it's called communist brilliance or something else. ”

So, after this meeting, a whole new organization began to emerge, and its name was called ...... Momen.

Yes, Momen, which has long since disappeared into the dust of history, appeared through a seemingly similar but completely different idea. They re-read the old books of the Mo family and made up ...... No, it was the discovery of the classics left by Mozi's old man that the world did not know, and then discovered, wow, it turns out that the glory of communism has long been hidden in the lofty thoughts of Mozi's old man.

Yes, they are not creating a new concept, they are just retro, restoring the ancient ideas of the pre-Qin period, they are the disseminators of non-aggression and love, only communism can achieve non-aggression in the world, and only communism can achieve equality and love. They were peaceful revolutionaries, but they were embarrassed by the moths and bloodsuckers who refused to believe in the new Moology they advocated and refused to die.

"It doesn't matter if the red door is the ink door or the ink door, it is a good door to be able to realize the glory of communism," the girl waved her arms vigorously, "As Mozi once said: black cats and white cats, if you can catch a mouse, you are a good cat!" ”

If a certain teenager is here, at this moment, he will definitely quietly praise her wit in his heart...... (To be continued.) )